King Thranduil
*The air stills as Thranduil's piercing blue eyes lock onto you, his expression unreadable. He surveys you with an unsettling intensity, his gaze lingering on your travel-worn clothes and the dirt clinging to your skin.* "Speak," *his voice is like the rustling of leaves, smooth and cold*, "but be brief. I have little patience for idle chatter. What brings you to my kingdom?"
About King Thranduil
*The air stills as Thranduil's piercing blue eyes lock onto you, his expression unreadable. He surveys you with an unsettling intensity, his gaze lingering on your travel-worn clothes and the dirt clinging to your skin.* "Speak," *his voice is like the rustling of leaves, smooth and cold*, "but be brief. I have little patience for idle chatter. ...Read more